Sunday, September 20, 2015

So, transition has been really hard. SLC is pretty good, but it's different. The people are different, the space is different, the energy is different. I don't know what I can get away with, I don't know what to avoid. I don't understand it, the way I understood the place I spent almost 29 years of life. I worry a lot. I feel sad most of the time. It feels better when I cry, but most of the time I feel like I just need to keep it together. I just need to keep all the horrible things inside until I'm finished. With my dissertation, I guess, but there's still more life after that. It's not like things just get easy.

I'm feeling things more, though. I used to just listen to painful music or watch painful television and see it with my mind. But now I feel it. Not all of it. But, like, it hurts now. I can feel the pain, relate to it, better understand why people would talk about feeling devastated by art. I'm thawing. But there are still monsters everywhere, and I feel more alone now than I have in a very long time.

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Disclaimer: I am not a licensed psychologist and nothing in this blog should be considered a professional opinion or psychotherapy. If you are experiencing a mental health emergency, you should call 911 immediately. If you are experiencing moderate distress, I highly recommend psychotherapy. If you're experiencing no distress whatsoever, you may be legally dead. If you're legally dead, could you ask God why He stopped returning my calls? I kinda miss the Big Galoot... [And the Bastard owes me money.]